Poetry · Writing


it is here

we saw it:

cross over the moon

bleeding dune

two shots and your out too,

just another color spectrum

close your eyes and they’ll still select

us; they said they’re mature

after we endured

and we were reassured

it was their bag secured-

Poetry · Writing

oak base

chances are

the me you knew yesterday

is gone;


learned something new experienced something different saw something


he might still walk and breathe the same

the tree you walk past everyday

you wouldn’t notice it everyday

but a new leaf sprouted


on yesterday

Poetry · Writing


two months ago

they threw us in cages

locked away the key

hidden under


nothing, floating concepts

thin layer of blue fabric

and six feet apart.

two months ago

we had to re learn

what was important

how to live

self sufficiently

Poetry · Writing


message read

where have you gone

not the same as you were

where did the old you go.

i am right here.

detox is a process

rid of poison

that snuck up on me

veins purple

singing turtle

got stuck

in oblivion;

so i’ve been climbing,

found a motive worth this trail

the top

has never been

more in sight